I<\/p>\n
Je voudrais poss\u00e9der pour dire tes splendeurs,
\nLe plain-chant triomphal des vagues sur les sables,
\nOu les poumons g\u00e9ants des vents intarissables ;<\/p>\n
Je voudrais dominer les lourds \u00e9chos grondeurs,
\nQui jettent dans la nuit des paroles \u00e9tranges,
\nPour les faire crier et clamer tes louanges ;<\/p>\n
Je voudrais que la mer tout enti\u00e8re chant\u00e2t,
\nEt comme un poids le monde \u00e9lev\u00e2t sa mar\u00e9e,
\nPour te dire superbe et te dresser sacr\u00e9e ;<\/p>\n
Je voudrais que ton nom dans le ciel \u00e9clat\u00e2t,
\nComme un feu voyageur et roul\u00e2t, d\u2019astre en astre,
\nAvec des bruits d\u2019orage et des heurts de d\u00e9sastre.<\/p>\n
II<\/p>\n
Les pieds ongl\u00e9s de bronze et les yeux large ouverts,
\nComme de grands l\u00e9zards, buvant l\u2019or des lumi\u00e8res,
\nSe tra\u00eenent vers ton corps mes d\u00e9sirs longs et verts.<\/p>\n
En plein midi torride, aux heures coutumi\u00e8res,
\nJe t\u2019ai couch\u00e9e, au bord d\u2019un champ, dans le soleil ;
\nAupr\u00e8s, frissonne un coin embras\u00e9 de m\u00e9teil,<\/p>\n
L\u2019air tient sur nos amours de la chaleur pendue,
\nL\u2019Escaut s\u2019enfonce au loin comme un chemin d\u2019argent,
\nEt le ciel lam\u00e9 d\u2019or allonge l\u2019\u00e9tendue.<\/p>\n
Et tu t\u2019\u00e9tends lascive et g\u00e9ante, insurgeant,
\nComme de grands l\u00e9zards buvant l\u2019or des lumi\u00e8res,
\nMes d\u00e9sirs revenus vers leurs ardeurs premi\u00e8res.<\/p>\n
III<\/p>\n
Et mon amour sera le soleil fastueux,
\nQui v\u00eatira d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 torride et de paresses
\nLes versants clairs et nus de ton corps montueux.<\/p>\n
Il r\u00e9pandra sur toi sa lumi\u00e8re en caresses,
\nEt les attouchements de ce brasier nouveau
\nSeront des langues d\u2019or qui l\u00e9cheront ta peau.<\/p>\n
Tu seras la beaut\u00e9 du jour, tu seras l\u2019aube
\nEt la rougeur des soirs tragiques et houleux ;
\nTu feras de clart\u00e9s de splendeurs ta robe.<\/p>\n
Ta chair sera pareille aux marbres fabuleux,
\nQui chantaient, aux d\u00e9serts, des chansons grandioses,
\nQuand le matin br\u00fblait leurs blocs, d\u2019apoth\u00e9oses.<\/p>\n
IV<\/p>\n
Hi\u00e9ratiquement droit sur le monde, Amour !
\nGrand Dieu, v\u00eatu de rouge en tes splendeurs sacr\u00e9es,
\nVers toi, l\u2019humanit\u00e9 monte comme le jour,<\/p>\n
Monte comme les vents et comme les mar\u00e9es ;
\nNous te magnifions. Amour, Dieu jeune et roux,
\nQui casse sur nos fronts tes \u00e9clairs de courroux,<\/p>\n
Mais qui d\u00e9coche aussi dans le fond de nos moelles,
\nL\u2019\u00e9lectrique frisson au plaisir \u00e9ternel,
\nEt nous te contemplons, sous ton ciel solennel,<\/p>\n
O\u00f9 des c\u0153urs mordus d\u2019or flambent au lieu d\u2019\u00e9toiles,
\nO\u00f9 la lune arrondit son orbe en sein vermeil,
\nO\u00f9 la chair de V\u00e9nus met des lacs de soleil.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[201],"poems-book":[681],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-14864","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-201","poems-book-les-bords-la-route","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n